Sad and lonely street-
A place I know.
It’s where we always meet,
and where you never show.
In my favorite bar,
out of my unpleasant head,
and upon that shooting star,
while falling off my bed.
So many faces,
without any traces.
Immaculate trails-
leading to invisible places,
where I rest when I fail.
Not near here,
But never that far.
It’s always closer than you think,
but further than the farthest star.
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